She was casually walking around the house, musing to herself while she smiled softly at the thought of getting new glasses today. It had been years since something else excited her as her glasses did, and she was certain she would be the same for the rest of her life. She stopped by at the parking lot and remembered she had left her car in the club they had last visited with Adam, the key was with her. Figuring she had to go and take it, she brought her phone out and dialed Adam's number without a second thought.

"What is it now?" He said in an irritated tone and she softly smiled. No matter what this man did or say to her, she would always love him, that would be as certain as the sky unveiling itself from the darkness at dawn.

"I want to ask you about my car, is it still there?" She asked while she moved past the parking lot. Knowing it would be a lot of trouble if she was to go back and take another key, Ummah would make sure she made her regret ever doing that, and right now she wasn't in the mood to fight back whatever it was that would come her way. She would rather take a taxi.

"Where else would it be? I'm in the middle of something now, we'll talk later." He said and ended the call. She stared at the phone for a few minutes and sighed. She needed to go and make things right between her and Adam, there was no way her life would be sweet former if he was this furious at her. And it was all thanks to Mujaheed, he kept adding more fuel to the burning fire.

There was quite a distance between the main building to the gate, but she didn't mind at all. As she walked silently, her mind slowly began to think, she had tons of things to talk after all. Asma'u might not look like it, but she would surely come back to her and ask for her help. She could see it in her eyes that she loved Mujaheed, Nana had always gossiped to her about it but she had never believed her but now. Maybe that would be her way, and if it didn't work, she would have to find another way for it.

She had to be in the hospital to collect the glasses Dr. Aisha had sent before the man left work. Before she walked out of the door, "Fareeda," Mujaheed called her name as he walked out of his chamber. There were times when she wished they didn't have this full apartment given to someone like him as a mere gateman, and seeing him walked out of it now as he confidently walked up to her, she wished they only had a single and a very tight room for the gateman.

"What is it? Haven't I told you to get out of my affairs, Mujaheed?" She was even angry at herself that she turned and even as he walked toward her, she waited until he stood right in front of her.

"Where are you going? Alhaji said you shouldn't leave the house." She stared between the door and her face, the evening sun that had just cast it's dying rays on her face made it so hard for her not to cover her face with the back of her hand as she scrunched up her face.

"And what does that mean?" She hissed and tried walking away from him when he moved forward and stood in her way. Glaring at him from head to toe, Fareeda hissed once again and looked away from his sight, "I don't know why you're so full and sure of yourself, I'm not with my car for you to say something about opening the gate for me. Just get out of my way, will you?"

He wrapped his hands around his chest and shook his head at her, "Where are you going? It's a simple question unless you answer it and I figure out it's okay for you to leave the house for it, you aren't going anywhere."

"What are you? My bodyguard?!" She said sharply and he shrugged off his shoulder to show her that he didn't mind being one. She knew he was just putting up an act, he was doing all this not because he wanted to do it but because he wanted to annoy her. She hissed and resisted the urge to strangle him until his dead body fell on the floor with a thud and walked past him. But what he did next was beyond her.

Knowing that talking to Fareeda wouldn't just be pointless but it will anger him, Mujaheed meticulously pulled her glass out of her eyes, and her white, round and milky orbs turned to the direction he was standing as though she could see him. "What are you doing?! Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" She said in a high pitched voice as her hands began to feel for something around her. She could see his blurry vision but the moment she walked toward his way, he would move aside.

"You just have to tell me where you're going and I'll give you back your glass and grant you the access to leave." Carefully, he folded the glass in his hands and began to check if she had crashed somewhere else, but it was the same as it was in the hospital.

She placed her hands on akimbo and palmed her face, "This isn't a joke, no one has ever done this to me. It might seem funny to you but it's frustrating me, give it back to me." She outstretched her hand in the direction she could see him and he shook his head. Repeating his question for the umpteenth time.

"Where are you going?" His voice was sharp and filled with command, she wondered who the hell was this man.

Knowing so well that he wouldn't give it to her unless she told him what he wanted to hear, Fareeda grumbled before she palmed her face, "Dr. Aisha had sent the new pairs for me, I'm going to get them. There, you've heard it. Now, give it back." She hated herself for doing what he wanted and decided the day she would have to take her revenge on this man, it would be the sweetest day of her life. And it was none other than Alhaji that gave him all the privilege to do what he wanted to her.

"And? I'm sure that's not the only place you're going to."

She softly screamed into her palms and turned to the direction she could see him, "That's it, and I need to be fast if not the man will leave the hospital in less than an hour now."

"Tell me the truth or forget about going out, I'll tell Alhaji to ask Dr. Aisha to tell the man to bring it home for you. You can even go back and rest now." Please where could she apply to get a licensed gun in Nigeria? She needed it to kill this man and after that, she needed to burn his body so there would be no evidence of him left.

"My car, I'll have to go and get it." She answered through gritted teeth and began to carefully walk to where she could see him standing, her hands flying in the air so she couldn't fall and if something stood in front of her, she could feel it.

"Jibril can do that for you, just leave the key with me and tell me the location, he'll bring it back home."

"Will you please just leave me alone and give me back my glass?! This isn't a joke anymore!" She furiously moved forward, totally forgetting that she might fall with a single wrong move. If it happened in her room, she wouldn't mind. Because she could walk around her room and do everything she wanted to do without her eyeglass and she would be fine because she knew where everything was with her heart.

She stumbled and nearly fell when Mujaheed rushed to her and she fell on him. She tightly held his arm and heaved a sigh out of fear, but what? This man scented like oud, a very rich and breathtaking scent that made her wanted to hold onto him for a second more. Maybe in the hospital when something similar happened she was so pressed by her bladder to even notice how he scented. She quickly got a hold of herself and let go of her hold on him.

"Have you seen that? Now, my glass." She stretched her hand and he stared at the way she kept blinking her eyes, turning her face away from the rays of the sun while she used one hand in blocking her eyes from the sun.

"Jibril will take you there, that's Alhaji's order, and Nana will escort you." He fixed back the glass on her face and she rolled her eyes at him almost immediately. She scoffed, turning to the gate but before she reached there, Jibril was already honking at the gate, he had brought the girls back from Islamiyya.

She waited until they came inside and Nana rushed to where she stood, "Are you going somewhere, Ya Fareeda?" She asked, and Fareeda nodded her head before she made her way to the door.

"Jibril, you're taking Fareeda to the hospital as Alhaji ordered and she'll tell you where her car is, so you can bring it back home. Nana, go and quickly get changed, you're going with her." Fareeda sharply turned to look at him and he softly smiled, satisfied with himself. She couldn't utter a word at him because she knew it would only worsen what happened and he would surely annoy her even more. And right now, she hadn't recovered from what she felt just a few minutes ago.

"Nana, will you please hurry up?" She asked as she looked at Nana who quickly nodded her head and ran inside the house. He wondered how she could be so angry in a minute and be so calm and kind the next, her voice might only differ with the intensity she used it for, but it would always be the same. Soft, mellifluous, and sultry, he wondered how she had gotten a blend of all that.

Nana was back in a minute and they walked out of the house as Jibril was already waiting for them outside. She told him the hospital and fixed her eyes on the streets of Taraba state. She hardly ever noticed things when she was driving, because her eyes were always fixed on the road but now that she had gotten the chance to, she thought. She had lots of problems to deal with, but right now her only thought was how to get rid of Mujaheed and take him back to his initial position. The gateman he used to be because if not because of the power he assumed Alhaji had given him, who was he to be controlling her life the way he wished?

She quickly turned to look at Nana, "Nana, you told me that Asma'u likes Mujaheed, right?"

Nana quickly turned with a grin and nodded her head, "She does. She doesn't know how to cook, but the day I told her that he liked white rice and okra soup, she stayed in the kitchen with me until I cooked everything for him. And when he asked me to tell her to stop cooking anything for him, she nearly killed me, Ya Fareeda. I've caught her numerous times watching him from Abba's balcony."

Fareeda smiled, she knew Nana would never lie to her, and this was just the confirmation she needed. "Nana, how about this? We plan a date for them?" She asked with a grin and Nana flashed her a confused look.

"You're getting married to him, Ya Fareeda! Aren't you jealous?" Nana scrunched up her face, she didn't like the idea. When she heard that Mujaheed was getting married to Fareeda, she had never been that excited her whole life, and what was this Ya Fareeda trying to pull?

Fareeda knew violence or anger wouldn't work with Nana, sweet words always did. She pulled her closer to her and smiled warmly, "You know I have the man I love, Nana, is it fair to me to be separated from the man I love?" She made sure she gave Nana her best puppy eyes and the innocent girl softly shook her head. "As well as Asma'u, it wouldn't be fair to her if her sister gets married to the man she likes, do you think she wouldn't feel bad?"

Nana quickly shook her head once again, "I saw her crying yesterday when I went to take dinner to her." She added softly, feeling bad for the two sisters meddled into this.

"That's it, what I mean here, Nana. We have to plan a date for them, we're doing this for Asma'u and you said she has been showing signs to him since, right? He might also like her, he didn't need to show it, what do you think?"

Nana nodded her head, "What do we need to do? And does that mean you won't get married to him if he likes Asma'u? Because Ya Fareeda, I want you to get married to him." Fareeda wanted to smack her head so hard until she could hardly breathe but thought otherwise.

"It's always best if you marry the one you love, Nana. And about them, I promised to take you out when we come back from the hospital, right? How about this, beg Mujaheed to come out with us on Friday evening, I'll tell Asma'u that I will be arranging for her to meet with him in the park, we will also tag along. And if Alhaji knows I'll be going out with you, he would let him follow us. The police officers are always there, so there's no need to worry about who will guard the house." They kept on planning on how it would be and when they arrived at the hospital, they walked in together and Fareeda collected the glasses. She put on the first pair and it felt good knowing she wouldn't have to be so careful anymore.

Jibril drove them back and after that, she gave him the key and told him the location to go and pick up her car, she hated it that she had to pay heed to what Mujaheed had said, but this will also be among her plan so Alhaji wouldn't suspect anything. They walked into the house and she nudged Nana to go one and do as they planed before she walked directly back into the house and went ahead to Asma'u's room.

She met her seated on her study as she scribbled some words in a paper, which she immediately covered when she saw Fareeda standing in front of her. "What are you doing in my room? You wouldn't have loved it if I did the same to you." She asked accusatively and rolled her eyes at Fareeda that chuckled softly.

"Easy there, baby sis. I'm here with something that will help you get what you do want, okay? And also, that letter should be delivered to him, what do you think? Before that, listen to what I have to say first, I've planned to take the two of you out on a date, are you in?" She asked and noticed the way Asma'u's eyes twitched, which she quickly masked up.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"We're going out with Nana on Friday evening, and Alhaji wouldn't let me go out alone without Mujaheed, we all know he will ask him to tag along. So I thought it would be a good opportunity for my sister, we promise to give you two some space to talk and get to know each other, what do you think? Are you in?"

Asma'u was hesitant at first before she nodded her head softly and her eyes slowly went back to the letter she was foolishly writing for Mujaheed. She had no intention of taking it to him but writing it out would make her feel better. "About the letter, Nana will have it delivered to him even though we're not in the letter-writing era anymore, he has to know what you're feeling. Who knows, maybe he has some feelings for you as well. Quickly, finish writing it."

"Nana! You're quickly needed in Asma'u's room when you're done." Fareeda called out from the window, she knew there was a distance from the gate to the main building, but the wind might take her words down and also, Nana had sharp ears. "I'll send her in, don't worry." She tapped her shoulder and walked out of the room, a smug smile on her lips as she felt relieved. If this went as planned, she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

'Nana! You're quickly needed in Asma'u's room when you're done.' It would forever remain a miracle how no matter how she spoke in a high pitched tone, he had always heard her. But right now, Nana didn't seem to hear her as she kept blabbering that it made him chuckle. "Didn't you hear her calling you?" He asked, and she looked into his eyes.

"Who? No one called me." She shrugged off her shoulders and continued, "You just have to do this once, please, Ya Mujaheed."

"I'll think about it before the time comes, but you have to go, Fareeda called you." There were days he heard her voice singing early in the morning as she either danced or cleaned her room. She hated it when someone entered her room, only Nana was allowed to do that and that was why none of the maids cleaned her room, she did that herself. He didn't know where her room was, which window was hers, but he always heard her. That soft and sultry voice had never gone unheard by his ears.

"Will you come? You have nothing to think about, Abba wouldn't say anything if he knows we're going with Ya Fareeda, please?" Nana will never let him rest unless he answered her and right now, it was time for Maghrib Salah.

"I will, happy? Now, you need to go, she said you're quickly needed in Asma'u's room when you're done."

"Thank you, Ya Mujaheed!" She squealed excitedly and grinned at him, "I'll also tell Ya Fareeda that you hear her voice even when she doesn't speak at all." And she ran off to the house without waiting for him to either smack or knock the crown of her head.